Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own even of a fraction of the infamous Pokemon. I also don't own Misty's Song, which I listened to over and over again to feed my soul while writing. Enjoy!
Note: This is Misty's POV
(as you will seen soon enough)
My Valentine
He's the one. I can feel it with my heart and soul, every beat of my heart proves more and more how much helplessly I've fallen in love with him. Each day, I try to resist the painful urges to tell him what he means to me, to touch the side of his soft-skinned face and tell him he's not so bad as he thinks… at least…
… To me, he's not…
But does he love me too? Is there some way I can find out
what he thinks without telling him myself? How can I find a sign that his heart
reflects mine in the endless pool of clear, rippling water that I imagine
perfection as? Am I his and is he mine?
…Or am I going to be shunned the instant he finds out?
My mind is filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and
emotions, paralyzing me to my spot. I'm nervous and afraid. Even worse, today
is Valentine's Day, a blistering reminder of my precious, but hated, feelings.
But there is ONE thing that comforts me.
Today is the perfect day for telling him.
The words are right on my lips as I stand up from my seat
and take one step towards him… and another… and another… Gently, I place my
hand on my heart, trying to keep it from beating so hard and loud… I'm sure he
can hear it.
I can hear the crickets as they chirp in the empty woods we
have been traveling in… their soft love song soothes me to a point where I can
walk up to him, as the twilight settles in, and tell him what I've been hiding
oh, so so long…
There! I see him! He's sitting by a blazing fire, brooding
over melancholy thoughts apparently by the look on his face. He looks so young,
so hurt… instantly, I feel bad for what I've said to him before. He never
deserved it. Pikachu is there too, looking up at him and tugging at his pant
leg, murmuring something in the Pikachu language the creature speaks, probably
trying to comfort him. But he's in a trance; he doesn't notice the Pikachu at
all.
Poor boy…
I feel sorry for him…
I clear my throat and walk in front of him. He doesn't
notice me at first… but he does see me now. He glances up at me, and startled,
maybe even panicked, he speaks:
"…. Misty?"
He asks.
I try to smile at him, but I fail, and it feels as if my
serious mood has fallen over everything. Pikachu is quiet.
"I came to… to tell you something…" I say, my voice coming out
as a choked whisper.
He blinks.
"What is it, Misty?"
His eyes stare into mine, one of those looks that latches
onto your eyes and grabs on for dear life. He looks just like a tiny, abused
puppy that's lost and confused.
"I… I…"
The words won't come out of my mouth! I cannot share eye
contact with him any longer, and drop my eyes. He tries to get my eyes up
again, but I resist.
I try again.
"I…"
Suddenly, I realize. I can't do it! I can't tell him, not
now, not tonight, not ever! I look up at him and stare back with tired, worn
eyes.
He sits, waiting for me to continue.
And I can't.
My mouth hangs half-open, and I stand still, not knowing
what to do. Then, without wanting to, my feet turn and I begin running, running
as far as I can get, as far away from him as I can get.
I failed again.
Sighing, I drop down and sit, leaning against a tree. I
sigh softly.
Ah well, I think, the soft, warm, salty
tears streaming down my cheeks, there is always another Valentine's… next
year…
Did you like it? I know, I know, it was short, but if it was too long, I'd ruin the whole 'short and sweet' idea. Which wouldn't be good. IF enough people like it, and REVIEW (ooh, another big, underlined word! Pay attention!) I might write another 'short and sweet' sequel, either called 'Candy Hearts', 'A Rose', or 'Carnations' depending on what I think… LOL. Or you can vote at fanfiction.net to see which title gets kicked out of the choices! LOL. Fine, fine, I'll shut up so you can review! YAY! (I love reviews, can't you tell? ^^;;;)
~Suikun